This happen back in I believe 96. I had a friend named Beth. We met through another friend and we become fast friends. She was very nice and also very religious. One day, she and another friend Chrissy had come over to my house. Beth had told me that her dad was away and that she didn't want to stay home by herself and asked if I wanted to spend the night at her house and Chrissy said that she was as well. It would be a girls night! I had never been inside her house before so, I wasn't aware of what type of night I was going to have. We arrived at her house around 5:00 or so and we hung out talking and later started playing video games. Beth later that night, got tired and pulled an air mattress into the sitting room and went to sleep. Chrissy and I stayed up. She and I were both sitting in a recliner together, how we both fitted, I have no idea! It was around 3:00 in the morning. Chrissy and I was still up playing video games and something caught our attention. First it was running water in the back room. We listened, and later it turned off and then sounded as if someone walking down the hall way with wet feet. Chrissy and I sat there listening for a few when all of a sudden we heard a woman calling out - Beth! Beth! Beth! I went into the room to wake Beth up and told her what we were hearing. She then told me that it's her mother waking her up for school. She always does that. I said, your mother? She said, yeah! I said, I didn't know your mother was here. She said, technically, she isn't she died several years ago from cancer. She said, just ignore her.
Chrissy and I went back and sat in the recliner, all of a sudden this woman from no where rushes me! She's nose to nose with me! She also looks VERY angry! Chrissy and I scream and toss the controllers to the floor and jolt out of the house. We sat in the middle of the sidewalk gathering our thoughts and Beth comes out of the house and sits next to us. She then starts explaining the situation. She said, that her mother use to wake her up every morning by calling out to her as we heard. She said, what you heard is an every morning ordeal! They just deal with it. She said, that after her mom passed, her and her dad never cooked - they survive off TV dinners.
The house is the way she left it. She explained that she never thought she'd do that. I told Beth, I wasn't going back into that house again. That for some reason her mother didn't like me at all. She looked as if she really wanted to hurt me. She looked seriously upset that we were there or I was there. I have never experienced something in my face like that. She asked me what she did looked like, I told her, brown hair, brown eyes. She said, that sounds like my mom. After that, I went home and never went back to the house. Only because of the reason she may of tried something else if I returned. I asked Beth, why don't they do something for her? She said, it's not me. It's my dad.
A short while later, Beth and I lost contact. I haven't heard from her again!